Write me a meal plan in bright red pain
And tell me this is the answer to all my problems again
Force down a tube through my nose and into my stomach
And watch as I flummox out of control
Fill this gaping hole inside of me
With drugs and sedation
Numb out pain and realisation
Force feed me promises and a smile
Only to regress back in a while.
Fill these cracks
With temporary fixtures
Concoctions of pills and other mixtures.
Treat me with CBT and psychotherapy
Tell me one day ill be free
And maybe if you say it enough times
Ill start to believe it
As much as you say you do.

Wild Gardening:
in it for the bees
and bugs and birds

to everyone who's calling me....*i am no longer the person you're looking for.

I bit open a lie and it tasted like you.

spending each day on the verge of tears takes its toll.

surrounded by the mountains of people
red lips curl into a smile
i can see the soul of my being lifted
by your long slender hands

when we were young
desperate for a high
we'd lay back entrapped in a
beating hot summer sun

interlocked were our hands
intertwined were our smiles
wet with a love so divine

we'd flick cigarette butts over my fence
looking in the hole to see how far it'd go
innocent competitions with
evil devices